Day 30 #Movember

Day 30b #Movember

The end.

My journey finished, as most great journeys do, in a mens changing room with 2 blokes bantering, covered in shaving foam, each brandishing a razor. Yes, I have finally shaved the MO. I’M FREE!

I received an email from Movember UK today with some useful info on how to say goodbye to your MO in the best way. The email suggested to:

    Put on some calming music – Tunes that you and your Mo have enjoyed together over the last month.
    Trim back any longer hairs with scissors or an electric trimmer.
    Lather up generously
    Start from the outside and work your way in.
    Wash it down with warm water.
    Remember he will be back next year.

I observed most of these suggestions, other than the calming music. In my head, I was blasting out The Ace of Spades, B.Y.O.B. and songs of that nature as it felt so rebellious, so adrenalin fueled, so GOOD. I’d been growing this itchy bastard for 30 and 30 nights now and I was ready to free my upper lip from the shackles of irritation.

I did the obligatory mess-around and tried to style my MO in various ways before whacking the whole thing off, but it didn’t work. After first shaving the tickler to see what tash-only looked like and a little bit of thinning and trimming, I set to hacking into the gingery bush that was MO. Hair was literally flying everywhere: in my eyes, up my nose, all over the basin and further into the changing rooms. The walls, ceiling and mirrors were covered in my follicles. Filthy. But deliciously satisfying.

Overall, I’m glad I took part in Movember, not only to raise awareness for mens health issues, but also as a kind of social experiment.

A round up on growing a MO…

The early stages of growing a MO are difficult as you have to break through the laughing, pointing, jibes and banter, and that was just from my mother. Once breaking through the ‘Jeremy Kyle guest’ look, you enter a half way stage where you’re not sure how this could work out. Some men (and women for that matter) have a better growth rate, and others may have an even more pathetic attempt than yours by week 2. The key is determination and focus. DO NOT lose focus. And try not to judge as somewhere someone has a better MO than thou. Week 3 was relatively quiet as there is still time to grow and it is still somewhat of an unknown entity. Week 4 is the business end which separates the men from the boys. I was, and still am, a boy. I’ve seen some cracking MO’s, some which perhaps had a little head start or were formerly a beard, but the main thing is they all raised awareness of mens health. A good job well done.

Having raised a total of £170 – and over £2000 as a team - I’d like to thank everyone for your kind donations, and even your time for reading this blog. Surely you should have done something more constructive with your time? Actually, probably not.

Thanks again everyone for joining me on this journey, and remember: check your balls.

Today’s looks… Mid and post shave.

Day 30a #Movember

Mid shave, tickler-less.

Day 30b #Movember

Post shave.

Day 29 #Movember

Day 29 #Movember

Well, nearly made it. We had a photographer visit the club I work at and take some pics although they weren’t used in the article!

Tomorrow is looking like a long old day for me and the mo, with a dismal end for my hairy friend. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I cannot wait to shave this little bastard off. And yet, in the same breath, I’ll miss this little fella. I remember the agony and the unknown entity at the start of this journey. I wasn’t even sure if it would grow properly but alas, it did. Albeit a bit ginger and spiky. Through the early stages of growing, I was actually quite fond of not having to shave every day and using the excuse of Movember. Half way through the month, we took a little visit to London and the Shoreditch area, a place where MO’s roam free, and we blended in nicely without any funny looks. Just another hipster-instragram-using-wannabe-dude.

It has got people talking though, so it’s done a job of raising awareness of men’s health, specifically prostate and testicular cancer. And, in fairness, I never thought I’d raise £170.

Today’s look… Sad to see MO go.

Day 29 #Movember

Sad to see MO go

Day 28 #Movember

Day 28 #Movember

On this day in 1895, the first automobile race in the United States, the Chicago Times-Herald race, was held in Chicago. This has nothing to do with Movember or today’s post.

There are now only a couple of days to go until I can rid my face of this awful tragedy that I’ve been calling MO (just don’t let it read this for fear of reprisal). It’s been itching and annoying me for far too long now. I would NEVER grow this out of choice, but I have now raised £160.00 and counting, and my work team have raised nearly £2000! Not bad for growing a bit of facial hair, hey?

Anyways, you can still add to my sponsorship total by clicking here and following the easy steps. Please?

Today’s look… Strange sofa pose.

Day 28 #Movember

Strange sofa pose

Day 27 #Movember

Day 27 #Movember

You thought I’d forgotten about today’s post didn’t you. Well, you’re wrong. I’ve been experimenting with different ways of trying to make the MO look less like a flee-ridden tabby cat and more like a piece of facial-furniture that people admire, respect and are in awe of.

So, I’ve had a trim, I’ve combed it, I sang it a song. I even gave each follicle a little rub and sprayed some leave-in-moisturiser into it, some Australian stuff that smells really nice.

I still looked shit. There was only one thing for it. And here it is…

Today’s look…Mascara’d Mo.

(I think it works quite well.)

Day 27 #Movember

Mascara’d Mo

Day 26 #Movember

Day 26 #Movember

As we have entered the business end of Movember, I thought it was high-time to give those that have been unfortunate enough to not see my MO close up a little treat. In the photo, you will see a magnificent spectrum of colours, and perhaps the remnants of todays lunch (which, by the way, was a fantastic lasagne, freshly prepared by our chef at work).

I have seriously considered keeping it and growing it for as long as possible, perhaps eventually brading the tickler. And then I remember what I thought of people with moustaches before I had one. This month of MO growing has truly changed my perception of facial hair. I now hate it even more. Its irritating, impractical, unfashionable and wholly unnecessary. Sorry uncle Peter, uncle Stuart and Gnarls Clarky (not sure he reads this, but just in case he does) and anyone else I know that has a MO and thinks they genuinely look cool. You don’t.

Today’s look… A close-up of nearly 4 weeks growth.

Day 26 #Movember

A close-up of nearly 4 weeks growth

Day 25 #Movember

Day 25 #Movember

Today, I had the absolute pleasure of briefly interviewing two veterans of the MO growing community, my uncles- Peter and Stuart.

Peter, Stuart (who are identical) and my mum make up a triplet, although my mothers MO isn’t as visible.

Peter first grew his MO at 19 but initially had a ‘full set’ (beard) then carefully sculptured it down to a MO. I liken this to a topiarist (or topiarian), working with huge, unkempt bush and ending up with a fine piece of art. Once perfected, it has stayed the same ever since. Peter takes me to look in the downstairs cloakroom at pictures of the most important days of his life – wedding, birth of daughter etc. – the MO is always present.

Stuart, whilst working at Sainsburys at the tender age of 17 years old, was the first to grow a MO and, like Peter, has had it ever since. Inspiration came from the movers and shakers of his youth. It was the hip and happening trend of the time – everyone at ‘Jeans Nightclub’ (which is now Tescos next to the Hitchin train station) had one. He likens it to Trigger’s (Only Fools and Horses) broom (Trigger wins an award for owning the same broom for 20 years. He reveals that it has had 17 new heads and 14 new handles, but insists it is still the same broom – aka. Ship of Theseus paradox).

Weekly maintenance involves trimming and combing. They advise wearing safety glasses due to flying follicle shards and prefer to undertake this outdoors due to the mess it can make. Bad trimming days can happen leaving gaps and lob sided, so be careful and take your time.

Surprisingly, each found their first grey hair in the MO at 50. *cough*

Both look forward to Christmas as there is always a plastic moustache comb in the crackers (although I’ve never seen one? Perhaps this is a 70′s & 80′s thing).

Although the MO has always been present on both uncles, Stuart did accompany his with a goatee for a while. People would then know the difference between them (unless they forgot which one had the goatee) until Stuart shaved the goatee off. Before heading out one evening, they decided to get a stick on goatee and keep swapping it between themselves during the night, thus confusing everyone. I can only imagine the hilarity.

Both said that they wouldn’t now shave off their longstanding MO’s for fear of the tan line. Fair point.

A few words of warning and advice to all gentleman proudly displaying a MO:

1. Gentleman drink out of glasses, not because its more polite, but for a more practical reason. The inherent danger of drinking out of cans is that the ring pull can get caught in the hairs. This had only happened today to Peter. “You can hear the ‘ding’ of a trapped hair”, said Peter, his eyes filling with tears. The pain was still raw.

2. Flaming Sambucas. Both have been left with singed hair, a blistered septum and a strange lingering smell for weeks. Avoid at all costs.

3. Freezing MO’s in the winter. You would have thought it help to keep the lip warm, but no. I presume because there’s a lot of moisture in that area.

4. When in the growing phase, do not try and darken your MO with mascara, unless using a waterproof product. This can cause embarrassing dining experiences.

5. Avoid foam or cream topped drinks, unless you have a napkin at hand to dab away the residue.

A final quote from Stuart, on grooming a MO “The longer you’ve been at it, the more it grows on you.”

Today’s look… MO between two thorns.

Day 25 #Movember

MO between two thorns

Day 24 #Movember

Day 24 #Movember

Today the mo got wet.

A bit like the creatures that you cant feed after midnight or get wet (gremlins?), my mo went on yet another rampage today. As a group of children were happily skipping along together, talking about what they’d like to get for Christmas, the Easter bunny and other childish stuff, my MO suddenly lashed out and pushed on of them into a puddle. I was slightly concerned as this kid was fat, and so were his chubby little mates. “Things could get ugly” I thought. The child got himself out of the puddle like disgruntled walrus and did that thing where kids get really upset, then turn the tears into anger.

SMASH. I felt a Lego fire engine strike my forehead – the kids aim was terrible. This upset the MO as it is quite protective of me. In a flash, the MO had planted a perfectly weighted uppercut to the fat kids chin. By this point, the other feral little chubby bastards has surrounded me and the MO, chanting and spitting, using words like ‘dark’, ‘dread’ and ‘bambaclart’. I could feel my foot edging precariously towards the curb, the pool of murky, muddy puddle water was only inches away now.

SLAP. Another one of the little pikey kids lost concentration so the MO took advantage. This time, as the kid was falling backwards, he grabbed hold of the tickler in a desperate attempt to keep his balance. This caused the three of us (yes, I now count the MO as his own person) to fall, face first, into the crud-filled puddle. Bad move. Without explaining everything in too much detail, the MO got wet, all the kids got an ass-whooping and I am now sitting in front of my laptop with a court order winging its way to me in the post.

On another note I have had a lot of people, maybe 50% of people that I talk to about my MO, say that it suits me. Now, I honestly can’t tell if they are taking the piss or are genuinely giving me a compliment. Either way, I can’t wait to get this itchy, patchy, ginger, aggressive bit of ridiculous hair off my face.

Today’s look… The grumpy toad.

Day 24 #Movember

The grumpy toad

Day 23 #Movember

Day 23 #Movember

The movement of the Wilkinson Sword was too fast for MO to react. It swooshed by MO’s face as if nothing was about to happen. MO’s eyes were open wide in shock to the small cut that was underneath MO’s right handlebar. Touching it slightly it started to bleed out fast then slowly. Tickler smirked then clutched his Wilkinson Sword tighter. Wiping the blood away MO grabbed its sword out of its holster, and brought it up close to my face ready for Tickler’s attacks. MO was ready this time. Tickler did the same, the tips of the blades barely touched. It was weird that you could feel the energy of the other sword through your own.

Tilting MO’s blade to the side he charges coming in low then swooping up high fast. Tickler dodges by turning around to the side. Tickler raises his sword above his waist and tries cutting side ways. He hits MO’s upper left handlebar.

Getting up, MO feels the pain and the warm blood bled out along my upper lip. Moving backwards, clenching MO’s sword I fall to my knees.

I thought the idea of my patchy facial hair having an epic battle using razors was pretty funny. Imagine the carnage, and not to mention the mess the foam would make. As you may have guessed, I’m still slightly ill so therefor still slightly weird. This sword fighting tale is in aid of the FREE razor I got from Wilkinson Sword after I complained about how shite the one I bought was (I mention this in an earlier post, here. I still think this one will be jank and just because it has 5 blades and a flip top back does not make it better. I even suggested what they should do, politely of course. I can’t wait for a 10 bladed razor. The Wilkinson Sword X Blade. I can see it now.).

So, today’s look… Anxious anticipation

Ps. Look how dark and hairy the tickler is! Its not just the light, either. Honest.

Day 23 #Movember

Anxious anticiation

Day 22 #Movember

Day 22 #Movember

I’m going to cop out today and post this video instead as my Man Flu has really kicked in and I’ve ran out of Lemsip. What’s that you say? Pussy? You’re damn right.

Today’s look… I have tissue up my nose. Deal with it.

Day 22 #Movember

I have tissue up my nose. Deal with it.

Day 21 #Movember

Day 21 #Movember

Everyone in my block of flats knew who MO was. MO was the hair that was sitting on my top lip. MO loved 3 things in this world: fighting, eating junk food and, shall we say, making love.

The combination of these things had their effect on MO. To start with, it only had a few wisps of hair, and where the rest of it should be, bare skin. Also, from a previous sporting injury, there was a small scar where the hair should be growing but unfortunately, there was none.

MO would have a been a thick, dark, well groomed mustache except for its patchy, ginger, unkempt facade. Every time someone saw it they’d shout, “That’s one awful MO!”

Everyone was warned not to touch it. The adults threw rocks at it, hosed it down and shut its follicles in the door when it wouldn’t leave. MO always had the same reaction, it would just sit there and take it until people got bored. Whenever MO spied a friendly face, it would approach it cautiously with a look of desperation and love. It would sometimes tug gently on the person, begging for some attention.

One day, MO shared its love with a seemingly friendly looking pair of drug dealers that belonged to the neighbourhood. They didn’t respond kindly and MO was badly mauled. From my flat, I could here MO’s screams and tried to rush to its aid. By the time I got there, it was apparent that MO‘s life was almost at an end.

MO lay in a wet circle, it’s handlebars twisted grossly out of shape, a gap where there once had been a few strands of hair. As I picked MO up, I could hear it wheezing and gasping.

Then, I felt a familiar tugging. MO, in so much pain, was trying to suckle my top lip. I pulled it closer to me. Even in the greatest pain, the battle-scarred MO was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment, I thought that MO was the most beautiful, loving mustache I’d ever seen. Not once did it try to scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. MO just looked up at me, completely trusting me to relieve it’s pain.

MO died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held it for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little MO could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. MO taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures or talk shows like Jeremy Kyle ever could.

And for that, I’ll always be thankful.

Wow, these Lemsip tablets are pretty strong.

Today’s look… Man-flu Red-nostril Gingerness.

Day 21 #Movember

Man-flu Red-nostil Gingerness

Day 20 #Movember

Day 20 #Movember

Today the tickler has taken over.

Beware, good people of Hertfordshire, for the tickler has a mind of its own. Only moments ago, an old man was happy-slapped by the rogue patch of hair. I blame the Movember authorities for sending me an email allowing the tickler to roam free. Perhaps I shouldn’t have read it aloud.

Today’s look… Ginger Trepidation

Day 20 #Movember

Ginger trepidation

Day 19 #Movember

Day 19 #Movember

First day back at work for over a week and I’ve picked up a cold. Cheers.

I thought that the Chilli Challenge may have eradicated any germs or bacteria my body had stored (even the pro-biotic type with stupid names like biffisniffilocti) but alas, no. I even hoped that now I’ve got a MO my body’s immune system would automatically man up a bit. Nope, I’m still a pussy.

In fact, the only thing my body and the MO have done since the Chilli Challenge is turn me slightly Mexican. I seem to have started calling everyone ‘amigo’ and have a distinct urge to smack a paper-mache pony stuffed with sweets, hanging from a tree, with a stick.

Anyway, without being too stereotypical, here is today’s photo.

Today’s look, sponsored by Nathan… Inquisitive Gringo.

Day 19 #Movember

Inquisitive Gringo

Day 18 #Movember

Day 18 #Movember

Recovery.

Today, I will be mostly eating anything that has no hint of spice whatsoever (cheese, bread, eggs, milk, butter and lettuce). Even pepper will probably be too much. Yesterdays antics (and probably the rest of last week) has made my intestines hate me. And to top all of this off, I am due back at work tomorrow. The Sunday Blues have never been more intense.

On grooming the MO this morning, something which has become a regular feature of my morning routine, I notice a hint of spice still lingers in the follicles. As if I need reminding of yesterdays pain. I sincerely hope that my MO will forgive and forget and let go of the scent. I think the heat of the chilli has actually scared my MO into retracting.

Progress has halted, for now. I may have to employ the techniques my Uncle suggested earlier in Movember.

Today’s look… Remorse & self-condemnation.

Day 18 #Movember

Remorse & self-condemnation

Day 17 #Movember

Day 17 #Movember

I was quite looking forward to heading into town, having a few drinks and then chowing down on a chilli. Not just any old chilli… The Chilli Challenge at Bar Amigo, Hitchin.

Put it this way, having a MO does not increase your tolerance to spicy food, something which I dearly hoped it would.

There was pain, so much pain. My swashbuckling tactics of attempting to eat as mush as possible in the initial 5 mouthfuls started off quite well until the heat caught up with me. Oh my goodness. It was like an atomic bomb had gone off in every single one of my taste buds. Torturous, excruciating pain ensued. I had a swig of beer in an attempt to quell the flames. Mistake. The carbonation of the beer teamed up with the heat of the food to give me a further explosion of anguish. My eyes were watering, my eyebrows and MO were sweating (as was every other part of me). I couldn’t even pretend to deal with it, the evidence was there. I ran to the toilet, locked my self in and ran the cold tap. I stuck my tongue under the wonderfully cold water for what seemed like a decade. I heard Mike’s footsteps coming up the stairs, knowing that he would be knocking on the door any second. I literally couldn’t bring myself to take my tongue away from the icy flow of convalescence.

Not only did Mike knock on the door, he broke in and swung the door open to reveal me, standing there using a technique that Bax had taught me: the open mouth (you basically open your mouth, lean over and let whatever needs to happen, happen). I made a effort to join everyone for the rest of the night but had to make my excuses and leave soon after departing the restaurant. Never again will I attempt Chilli Challenge. It ruins you.

Today’s look… Burn. Deep, deep burn.

Day 17 #Movember

Burn. Deep, deep burn.

Day 16 #Movember

Day 16 #Movember

I’m just about straightening up after yesterday’s visit to London. The following things happened:

  • I had breakfast at The Breakfast Club, Angel.
  • I walked around London’s East End looking at various pieces of street art and graffiti.
  • I learnt that I like art.
  • I drank a few beers.
  • I wandered around Spittalfields market and whilst doing so bumped into Florence Welch from Florence and the Machine.
  • I bought an old photo of a hockey team.
  • I drank some more beers.
  • I went to a friends private art exhibition in Mayfair and drank at least 2 bottles of free white wine.
  • I ate noodles in Leicester square.
  • I had more beer whilst waiting for the train.
  • I caught the train.
  • Now, any one of these activities is usually enough for me to enjoy and reflect on for at least a fortnight. You’ll notice that I met Florence Welch. The converstation went a little bit like this…

    After she laughed literally right in my ear hole as I was checking out a stall filled full of junk delights, I look up to a 6-foot-something red-haired hipster purchasing some tat antique item. Whilst pointing at her in a curious stance, likened to that of a perplexed teenager…

    Me: Er, Florence?

    She looked at me from head to toe, probably scanning me for autograph paper, a camera or perhaps a knife.

    Flo: Err, yeeeah. Hi!

    She tried to cover her nervous insecurity of a mustached man strangely greeting her by recoiling behind her friend.

    Me: How you doing? Nice to meet you! I used to be friends with Rob.

    Rob is the guitarist from the band. Now, I say friends in the loosest term of the word. He was a couple of years above me at school and was abnormally tall. Because of this, me and a few others used to call him Earthworm Jim and sing the theme tune to him at any given opportunity. To a 12 year old, this was absolutely hilarious. Not so much when you’re 27 (I quite liked liked the guy and am insanely jealous that the 3 chords used in “You’ve Got The Love” has made him quite a few quid). Why I proceeded to tell my newly antiquated antique searching buddy this story, only God will know.

    Me: Yeah, we used to call him Earthworm Jim and sing the theme tune to him and he used to absolutely hate it.

    By this point, I felt that things were going extremely well. I didn’t feel star-struck as we had common ground. Florance couldn’t give a shit.

    Flo: Ah, funny. Good ammo.

    She turns away, puts her hat and sunglasses on. Her friend however seemed quite curious as to who I was and where I was from, so I told her. Now, I wonder if next time they’re in the studio, Florence will break into the intro to Earthworm Jim (for those of you who don’t know the song, or if you’d like to reminisce, click here) or even better, next time they’re doing a live set they break into an acoustic version of the 90′s cartoon song.

    My brain annoys me, as it only kicked into gear after I’d walked about 3 meters away from her. Suddenly, I remembered the blog and what an awesome photo I could have had… “Flo and the MO”. Bollocks.

    And on that note (bollocks), back to the reason for the blog: Movember. I’ve been getting sponsors from all over the place, and I’ve had over 100 hits on some days. To all you readers… If you’d all just donate £1 to my MoSpace then I’d be eternally grateful, as would testicles and prostates the world over.

    If you’d like to see a particular MoShot, please get in touch and I’ll endeavor to grant your request. The higher the donation, the more ridiculous the request may be. Deal? (e.g. £1 gets a white background and a mention in the blog, £100 gets me in a bath of baked beans wearing whatever item of clothing you request and a hand written note of appreciation)

    In honour of one particular reader, today’s look… Mid-pubescent Pirate

    Day 16 #Movember

    Mid-pubescent Pirate

    Day 15 #Movember

    Day 15 #Movember

    Half way there, and I’ve taken a little break by spending the day in London so that the MO can experience some culture before I shave it off like a criminal on death rows barnet.

    Today’s look… Breakfast Club joy.

    Day 15 #Movember

    Breakfast Club joy

    Day 14 #Movember

    Day 14 #Movember

    After yesterdays excitement, I’ve decided to have a pajama day. This will involve playing Fifa for an unhealthy amount of time, eating Toblerone for breakfast, downloading an undetermined amount of stuff from various sites (all strictly legit, I promise) and browsing Youtube for treats such as this… "Your MO will get fuller." (shout to Thomas ‘the Pro Mo’ Clark).

    So, after watching that video it seems that there is hope after all. It’s true, the MO is starting to get fuller, and after seeing some other MoBro’s efforts, I’d like to think that mine is perhaps above average (I’m not just saying that in a vain attempt to flatter my MO into growing a little faster, or am I?). I was actually a serious contender to win some ‘goodies’ (no doubt a free guest pass to a local gym, a sticker and a copy of the paper) from The Metro newspaper. I’m serious. Check out their tweets from earlier, here.

    Also, I have received an update on the tickler/flavour-saver saga from Movember UK in the form of a note strapped to an peregrine falcon’s right leg. I have copied this into email format for ease of reading…

    Hey Phil,

    Ticklers, or flavour savers, are absolutely fine and often a great compliment to a fine moustache.

    Enjoy the rest of the journey – moustache is king!

    Ali

    ALI BRICE
    Changing the face of men’s health
    _________________________________

    TELEPHONE 020 7952 2060 EMAIL info.uk@movember.com
    POST Movember Europe PO Box 68600 London EC1P 1EF WEBSITE www.movember.com

    Awesome.

    To celebrate, I am going to head to my Beat Laboratory (yes, I have a laboratory where I produce and mix banging beats for the masses), take to the decks and make a Movember Megamix so that I can dance around in my jim-jams and enjoy my tickler, completely guilt free.

    Today’s look… Movember Megamix and the delicious Tickler.

    Day 14 #Movember

    Movember Megamix and the delicious Tickler.

    Day 13 #Movember

    Day 13 #Movember

    I hate the dentist. The dentist hates me. As I walked in to the surgery the dentist looked at me, not in the eye, but into the eye of the MO as if to say, “What the fuck it that?” As I relaxed into the chair, I could sense that something wasn’t right. My MO got angry, grabbed the dentist by the throat and drilled a hole in his wrinkly, over-charging cheek. The assistant ran for help, but it was too late. I was laying there, helpless. I could only watch the destruction my disgruntled MO was causing. Pink fluid used to rinse after a treatment was being flung about like Jackson Pollock‘s paint in the 50′s. In situations like this, it’s usually best to let the MO run out of steam which it duly did within 20 minutes or so.

    After leaving the surgery £74.00 lighter (I’m awaiting a bill for damages caused during the forray), I continue with my otherwise calm and meager life.

    Today’ look… Pre dentist destruction.

    Day 13 #Movember

    Pre dentist destruction

    Day 12 #Movember

    Day 12 #Movember

    What I am most scared of has begun: my MO has taken over my life. This morning, I am woken not by the soft voice of my beautiful girlfriend but by the scratching of my MO carving a life-sized sketch of Burt Reyolds’ face into a plank of mahogany. I went to open the door to the local coffee house for a nun pushing a pram and my MO beat me to it. I turn on the T.V. to catch up on the weekends football, my MO changed the channel to a re-run of Downton Abbey. I went for a gentle jog in the park and ended up riding a penny farthing into Oxfordshire. Three times already today I’ve done 50 press-ups for no apparent reason using only my top lip. Also, I’ve had an urge to build a bridge without using any tools.

    I still have no news regarding the allowance of a tickler/flavour-saver so until I hear that it’s banned, it’s staying.

    Today’s look… Scared in Starbucks.

    Day 12 #Movember

    Scared in Starbucks

    Day 11 #Movember

    Day 11 #Movember

    Progress, albeit small.

    To encourage the MO growth, I partook in a couple of gentlemanly activities including; visiting a proper country pub to play darts (the banter from the group of old men that had evidently been drinking since waking up that day was formidable), drinking real ale and eating cheese in front of an open fire. Perhaps the cheese eating doesn’t seem that gentlemanly or perhaps manly, however I was wearing a chunky knit and was sitting in very close proximity to the open flame – gutsy, to say the least as wool is not only very warm but also the 2nd most flammable substance after petrol.*

    After some brief research (I typed “Help me grow facial hair” into Google and clicked on the top link), I have decided to try Minoxidil to promote my MO growth. Apparently it’s available over the counter so a will make an effort to find some tomorrow. Side effects include: severe allergic reactions (rash; hives; itching; difficulty breathing; tightness in the chest; swelling of the mouth, face, lips, or tongue); chest pain; dizziness; fainting; fast heartbeat; sudden, unexplained weight gain; swollen hands or feet. So completely worth it.

    Today’s look… a hairy Remembrance Sunday salute in honour of our fallen soldiers.

    Day 11 #Movember

    A hairy Remembrance Sunday salute in honour of our fallen soldiers.

    *Unconfirmed.

    Day 10 #Movember

    Day 10 #Movember

    Double digits and still not much to write home about.

    An interesting conversation started yesterday with a couple of the guys from a rival Movember team, Casual Geezers. It seems that they have an issue with my tickler/flavour-saver. We looked at the rules and established that at no point do they mention the official forbiddance of said follicle accessory. Having said that, I did want to check with the Movember UK officials so I’ve made contact and I’m waiting on a response. Just in case you haven’t seen them, here are the rules:

    1. Once registered at Movember each MoBro must begin the 1st of Movember with a clean shaven face.
    2. For the entire month of November each MoBro must grow and groom a moustache.
    3. There is to be no joining of the MO to [one's] sideburns. (That’s considered a beard.)
    4. There is to be no joining of the handlebars to [one's] chin. (That’s considered a goatee.)
    5. Each MoBro must conduct himself like a true country gentleman.

    Today also marks the last day of work for me until the 19th! Expect to see some fantastic locations in the coming days self taken Mo-shots.

    Today’s look… Holiday mode.

    Day 10 #Movember

    Holiday mode.

    Day 9 #Movember

    Day 9 #Movember

    I have been sharing my MO growing experience with family and friends, some who have provided more helpful advice than others. On this occasion I was contacted by my Uncle Peter who has escalated to the upper echelons of MO-growing over the years having sported a beautifully groomed ‘Rock Star’ or ‘Regent’ for over 25 years (as my uncles are part of a triplet with my mother, my Uncle Stuart shares this accolade. My mother does not). This is no mean feat as experienced MoBro‘s will tell you.

    Below are his words of advise, verbatim:

    “A tip for getting facial hair to grow…

    1. You will need a small water containing bowl or similar, a magnifying glass and a pinch of salt and maybe a pretty assistant (your choice on the assistant or not!).

    2. Next, find yourself a quiet but well lit area (this is very important).

    3. Place the water (slightly chilled is best) in the bowl and position it on a table (or handy appropriately sized ledge). Next to this place your pinch of salt and magnifying glass within easy reach. At this stage it is important to stay clam and focus for the next stage.

    4. Carefully take the salt in your fingers (practice, for this cannot be stressed enough) and bring up to your MO area

    5. Gently rub into your MO in a gentle but firm massage style.

    6. With a final application of salt to the MO area (a minute should be enough), lean forwards towards the water bowl and inhale the vapors. As the MO is thirsty following the the application of salt, it will sense the water.

    7. As it comes out for a drink, catch a hair (you might need the magnifying glass here) and quickly tie the hair in a knot. This will keep it out of its hiding place.

    And there you go, a MO.”

    Results to follow.

    Today’s look… Pompous bewilderment.

    Day 9 #Movember

    Pompous bewilderment.

    Day 8 #Movember

    Day 8 #Movember

    I’ve had some great feedback from yesterday’s poem and to be honest, I wrote it in about 5 minutes whilst watching Jeremy Kyle for MO inspiration (read my earlier post for the reference).

    Today, the MO and I (and Leighmond) went for a run around Fairlands Lakes and I think I did actually lose a few follicles from my top lip, however the tickler/flavour-saver seems to have come on leaps and bounds – so much so, a lady said that I look like a Swedish porn-star. Cheers.

    Today’s look… Autumnal Swedish porn star.

    Day 8 #Movember

    Autumnal Swedish porn star

    Day 7 #Movember

    Day 7 #Movember

    A poem for you all on the 7th day of Movember:

    Spiky hair with colours o’plenty,
    When shalt thy grow?
    Grow, MO. Grow.

    Blonde, brown,
    Grey, ginger, black,
    Grow, MO. Grow.

    Sluggish in growth and looks,
    Beautiful in your own special way.
    Grow, MO. Grow.

    Each morning,
    Met with anticipation and disappointment,
    Grow, MO. Grow.

    Today’s look… Cross-eyed Gary Neville 2011.

    Day 7 #Movember

    Cross eyed Gary Neville 2011.

    Day 6 #Movember

    ay 6 #Movember

    There are only so many times I can bemoan the growth rate of my MO. Although having said that, I am feeling slightly better as people give me their words of encouragement. I’m getting lots of, “well, I suppose you’re only a few days into it” and a few “it’s definitely coming along”, although mostly comments like “don’t drive with the window open” and “you missed a bit when shaving”. #Banter.

    Also, I keep checking my MoSpace for donations and am finding that it’s as baron of sponsorship as as my upper lip is of hair. C’mon. Click the link, donate a few quid to me and I’ll love you forever. You’ll also be personally helping with the increase of early cancer detection, diagnosis and effective treatments, and ultimately reduce the number of preventable deaths. Give yourself a pat on the back.

    Today’s look… proud intellectual Polish immigrant.

    ay 6 #Movember

    Proud intellectual Polish immigrant

    Day 5 #Movember

    Day 5 #movember

    After yesterdays excitement, I am now 5 days of work away from a weeks annual leave, where I plan to relax, unwind and more importantly, look at ways to encourage the MO growth.

    Ideas thus far:

    1. Treat my MO and lavish it with love with a visit to traditional barbers Murdock London.

    2. Go and watch a black and white film.

    3. Buy a pipe and some flavoured tobacco and smoke it whilst wandering around Old Spitalfields market (not sure you’re allowed to smoke in there, so I may have to make regular smoking breaks).

    4. Tape earphones to my upper lip whilst sleeping and play my MO some Frank Zappa.

    5. Do as Nick Offerman (who?) suggests.

    Oh, by the way, that razor I bought is absolutely gash. I sent a hastily formed email to Wilkinson Sword and am awaiting a reply.

    Today’s look, Poundland velcro…

    Day 5 #movember

    Poundland velcro.

    Day 4 #Movember

    Day 4 #Movember

    Up at 6.30am to drive a Ferrari at Rockingham race circuit, so on first inspection, the MO hasn’t changed much, if at all. I’m not sure what I was expecting to be honest, but I was eager to try out my new razor/trimmer/edger. A little bit of faffing around and only 5 trimmed hairs later, I set about my day.

    I have started to notice that people are starting to look at me differently, and treat me slightly differently, too. Not in a good way though. Not the way that I had hoped for, like an old English gentleman whose individual facial follicles have grown for each gentlemanly thing he’s done that day; smoked a pipe, rode a horse, solved a murder mystery, wrote a book on engineering, held  a door for an uncomfortable period of time.

    Nope. More like in a Jeremy Kyle kind of way; jobless, drug taking, promiscuous chav. Perhaps I’m just making that up.

    Anyway, today’s look: a young Nigel Mansell

    Day 4 #Movember

    A young Nigel Mansell

    Day 3 #Movember Update

    #movember tools

    After this morning’s close shave with danger (get it) by nearly ruining what little MO I have, I went shopping and bought some facial hair grooming tools.

    I made my way to Boots, browsed the mens sections and bought the most expensive razor I could find… the Wilkinson Sword Quattro Titanium Precision Freestyle BLAH BLAH BLAH, which boasts a 4 blade titanium shaving head with a cheeky strip of ALOE + JOJOBA (I’m sure I’ve seen a music video starring these two on MTV Base), a precision blade for ‘edging’, and a beard trimmer with 4 length settings (if I need to use anything but the 0 and 1 setting, I’ll be astonished). After a good 5 minute struggle with the packaging, I finally make my way into my brand new Movember tool, and immediately, I’m pleasantly surprised by it’s look and feel. As a man that enjoys a good gadget, I’d say that they’ve got the design just right – only time will tell about it’s practicality. It also comes with a nifty little holder which you can stick onto the tiles behind the sink. Awesome.

    I also bought some precision grip slanted tweezers. If you’re going to take care of your facial hair and have it scrutinised, then why not neaten up your eyebrows? That’s what I always say.

    To be honest, I probably won’t need the extra blades as I only usually get through one per month, however I think I’ll treat myself to a new blade every week throughout Movember.

    Be sure to come back tomorrow to see the results of my new tools (I’ll have a face more groomed that Ryland by the time I’m finished).

    #movember tools

    My brand new #movember grooming tools.

    Day 3 #Movember

    day 3 #movember

    Hangover.

    After a long shower in an effort to shake off this woolly head, I attempted to shape my MO with a standard razor. This was a bad idea. Today, I will be purchasing something to help me tame the beast that is sprouting out of my face like a steam train on the loose (perhaps the steam train analogy is an overstatement. It’s growing more like an elderly lady reversing out of a parking space in Tesco: agonisingly slowly with trepidation and uncertainty).

    Todays look, the patchy nursing home carpet…

    day 3 #movember

    Patchy nursing home carpet.

    Day 2 #Movember

    Day 2 #Movember

    Yesterday was full anticipation. Today, I am one step closer to achieving.

    I was asked what my girlfriend will think about my MO. I hadn’t really considered how it will effect our relationship. Perhaps the MO will bring me some worldly knowledge, a little more sophistication, maybe some kudos with the good people of Shoreditch and beyond. Perhaps it’ll make me look like a 70′s footballer, a french artist, a mechanic, Keith Lemon, Sammy Davis Jr, Dick Van Dyke, Hulk Hogan, Will Ferrell?? Either way, I don’t think it’ll effect our relationship too much, unless I start to fall for my MO. I can picture the scene now, me and the MO, cuddling in front of an open fire in a log cabin, laying on a polar bear rug, whilst Gemma rocks gently back and forth on a rocking chair in the corner, softly weeping to herself.

    I’ll stop being ridiculous. Gemma’s quote on asking what she thinks about my MO growing antics:

    “I think you’re doing it for a great cause so it’s good. Plus, it might look nice!”

    Yep. She thinks it might look nice. Everyone’s a winner!

    Today’s look, used sandpaper…

    Day 2 #Movember

    Used sandpaper

    Day 1 #Movember

    Day 1 #Movember

    Today, I am embarking on a journey. My journey starts in the bathroom, as many great journeys do, with a razor and shaving gel.

    Over the last few weeks, I have been debating whether or not to join in with the Movember charity and attempt to grow a mustache (or ‘MO’ from now on). After much debate over the ability to grow one, whether or not it’ll look stupid, what style to groom said MO into, and whether it’s worth the hassle, I have decided to go for it (it’s probably the only time in my life when I will experiment with my facial follicles and get away with it at work. I hope).

    Over the next 30 days, I will be updating this blog with the trials and tribulations of growing a MO. I expect this journey to be tough, with the path laden with an array of different emotions, from pain and anguish, to joy and ecstasy.

    So, today I am clean shaven, like an angelic choir boy…

    Day 1 #Movember

    Clean shaven, like an angelic choir boy.

    You can sponsor me and the team HERE!

    Watch this space (in particular, the space between my top lip and septum).